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Haven't been writing.
been musicking.
blog style production.
real fast.

1/11/11

I had a friend, looked him up on the internet, and he was a super rich jet-setter.  turns out he in actuality was moving to Baltimore to study math at johns Hopkins.  couldn't be a more humble guy.  looks like the boy he was.  handsome as ever.  totally unaware of his charms.  he's a time-bomb.  he told me that after spending a time with me he feels sad.  all we do is talk about math and philosophy utter bullshit.  I think it's because our conversations are very empty. all wit no propositions.  I just liked him better as a jet-setter.  I was envisioning visiting him in Cancun and live off the the excess earnings of his charms and all the ill he could get of himself.  I think he mights be years ahead of me.  Here's a guy who plans to be old. and I'm sure he will be.  I want to be old too.  but i don't think you are supposed to emulate the elders. I thought that only the rich survive.  That's the tale I was taught.  But he's from a better built family then me, so he probably knows what the rich are doing.  Biding their time?  I think it may be the wise who survive.  

My father died in a boating accident.  My father died swimming in a river.  My father died somehow.  Never did figure that one out.  Took too many pills.  ones that were prescribed.  then some other things, the old stuff they used to give him.  The old stuff wasn't as subtle and masterly, it was obvious it was familiar it's probably made him remember.  Mark and Kelly call it Truth Serum.  But I guess they still have energy.  

I would record an album with mark.  He is into studio style production.  I think he is just not a musician.  A music fan.  who can use a computer.  I would imagine an enormous drum set playing four on the floor.  or the way i been thinking about it, a click, punch, and bass more or less together.  in fact the four on the floor would swing, gallop off and let the band catch up to the new groove. gallop off again when ready.  electric guitars doing spindly little things.  things that require intense repetitive motion of both hands.  some notes partially fretted.  it will be swinging to.  because at a thing if it don't swing.  

When I think of reptile music, I do think of actually lizards.  when I saw reptile music, I saw snakes.  And I thought about evil.  the poor actors left onstage with out any lines.  entrusted with a very easy task, yet they take no joy in it.  does god want them punished, I am puzzled.  Why am i here.  "after death metal" I guess when metal musicians are dead, they say, I guess i really did lead a joyless life, full of exploitation and violence.  My career has been self flagellation and indulgence.  why did i never learn my lesson.  why did i not at least learn to be a musician, with a pleased smile on my face, why did i have to grimace?  I was allowed the privilege to stand on stage and shine and I defecated and made vulgar jokes.  I threw away every chance handed to me. and now i'm here where the music doesn't touch, and the players appear to be dying from shame.    

B.C.

Baltimore County

better tax rates.

less cops.

we have cars, right?

The place is built for those things. 

The city sucks.

lay out the argument.

of why you live here.

I know you will bring up survivalism.

And the apocalypse.

so how's the scenario going to go?

I bring up the game of Risk.  

"I think with a really good looking haircut,

you could slip through."

Vast stretches of this country are dominated by squirrels, deeper still, squirrel-like manners of thinking.  What argument can you present which would undermine the squirrel offense?  

I can only offer my thoughts,

and I'm wondering why pascal's pensees was all scrambled up, arranged by by topic instead of just presenting his work as he wrote it.  That was pointless.  And why should pensees have no point?

I'm just worried about sleep schedules and liver function and the proper usage of diuretics.

Which reminds me to intake fresh water.